(The brainrot got to me again so: woe galaxy duo be upon ye)
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The first time, there was winter, and there was you.
Though, I didn’t feel half the bite of winter’s cold when you were around. You and the cottage you built for us. Us and our scattered bases, hidden underground for safety, as those cursed would hunt for us not long after.
Soon enough, I’ll grow used to the cold. I’d crawl my way back to the snow, but the heat overtakes me.
Next time, I cling to winter. I cling to winter because it’s all I knew. I cling to winter because it was you.
Spring came, yet you feel the gnaw of ice in your veins. Do you feel it? When I plunge myself in the powdered snow? When I sleep alone high up in my tower? Will it be enough for you to come back to my arms?
You don’t return the sentiment. You bask in the arrival of spring, and you end me with a blaze, as the string between us becomes the ignition.
Then, there’s summer. We’re well away from snowy woods and winter’s bite, this I know. I know, but my heart yearns for breezy nights.
Before I knew it, I’m in the tower again. The heat haze is far beyond my reach when I’m on top of it all. I’ll catch a glimpse of you every now and then, I’ll retreat to my tower and question if winter is still on your mind.
You answer. You answer with the slash of a sword as air leaves my punctured lungs in a final scream. The cool water rushes in me, but it doesn’t remind me of winter, it reminds me of the spring you left me.
Autumn will arrive with its yellow hues. Cold seeps in, but I think that summer lingers. I walk through the sunflower fields, with summer on my mind.
For the first time, I build a home rooted to the earth. For the first time, I try to catch the escaping heat. For the first time, I don’t think about you, or ruined cottages, or snapped strings, or stolen items.
You pass by one day, offering me warmth. You say the words I’ve begged to hear for so long. You want to show me what it’s like past winter.
But I won’t say it back. I’ve discovered warmth without you. You came back expecting a tower, but it’s not here.
I will think back to you someday. Maybe I should’ve said it back. Maybe I should leave you in the past.
Maybe there can be a winter without you.
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watching antman: quatumania was so fucking depressing cause it really solidified the fact that these characters are only ever going to serve the same narrative purpose as jake from state farm. they are faces to a product. every cgi creature is designed to have a plush equivalent. a concept as fascinating and diverse as “the quantum realm” should have looked SO cool, so mindblowing and trippy. instead we got vague spacey vibes and futuristic cities that star wars did better fifty years ago. everything that makes movies interesting as a medium, everything that makes character design and the entire superhero genre fun and exciting has been sacrificed for the sake of corporate expansion. and thanks to disney resisting the public domain expiration, we will never see these characters get their due.
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